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Will big-game crasher sneak again?
Tuesday, November 14, 2006Brian Albrecht
Plain Dealer Reporter
The fall face-off between Ohio State University and the University of Michigan has been a rivalry of legendary battles steeped in decades of tradition.
Scarlet-and-gray vs. maize-and-blue. Buckeye vs. wolverine. Woody vs. Bo. Jerry Marlowe vs. the Ohio Stadium.
In Marlowe's case, it isn't so much who will win, but, "Will he try again this year?" Marlowe is a super sneak. He has a perfect record of gate-crashing OSU/Michigan games in Columbus going back to 1970.
The 70-year-old pharmacist from Dover, who has gained illicit entry in the past disguised as a Boy Scout, nun, cheerleader, marching band leader and Superman (for a halftime show), is saying only enough to keep people guessing.
"I'm trying to come up with some ideas," Marlowe said. "I'd love to, but with all the new security since 9/11, it'd be a bear to get in there."
A bear? Is that a hint of this year's disguise?
No, a bear as in "a bigger challenge than ever before," Marlowe amended.
The possibility that he's even considering another breach may seem surprising.
Four years ago he decided to end the running gag that was inspired almost accidentally in 1954 when he was a freshman at OSU.
Marlowe, dressed in top hat and tails, bluffed his way past an attendant into the Michigan game (even though he had a ticket). He never expected a bit of British-accented bluster -- "Tickets, tickets? Who needs tickets? Rubbish!" -- to work.
It did, as did other gambits that Marlowe said aren't about getting in free. (A hefty contribution to his alma mater after each stunt more than covers the cost of a ticket.)
It's the challenge of pulling a prank that has perhaps become as traditional to Buckeye football as the band's "Script Ohio" formation.
Come 2002, however, publicity about his exploits had made the task much tougher, and Marlowe wondered if his luck and the university's patience were wearing thin.
So to bring his reign to a close in a dramatic fashion, Marlowe intentionally set out to get busted at the gate. He wore an appropriate costume - an old-fashioned, black-and-white-striped prison uniform and chains.
But when he arrived too late for a newspaper photographer to record his "capture" for posterity, Marlowe went ahead and finagled his way into the stadium. (He didn't stay, having already made plans to watch the game on TV with relatives.)
Marlowe had to miss the 2004 game due to work, yet he's apparently now back in the old spirit that got him into the stadium as an ersatz pizza deliveryman, team doctor and a phony "NBC Television News Referee." The "fake refs," Marlowe explained at the gate, are officials that TV uses when they can't get a shot of a real one on the field.
His favorite gambit was in 1988.
He slipped into the stadium as a hot dog vendor, and to honor a longtime college chum, Harry Thoman, who was dying of cancer, Marlowe arranged to have the Block O cheering section spell out "Hang on Harry" as the band played "Hang on Sloopy."
Marlowe said his success lies in a talent for acting, plus an ability to tap resources for costumes, props and assisted passage through the gate.
He also follows a few self-imposed rules of his game within the game. He does not impersonate military or police personnel, and avoids breaking any laws other than the obvious one.
And though he has utilized fake identification, he never tried to gain entry with a bogus ticket.
Otherwise, go for the obvious, he said. The more outlandish the better.
This year, Marlowe said he might just watch the game on TV with his cousin. That ritual seems to have brought the team luck in the past, he noted. (Though he's confident enough to predict an OSU win by two touchdowns.)
Or, with the right, outlandish idea, he might just take another shot at the stadium.
Marlowe said he thought of writing OSU football coach Jim Tressel and asking if he could sneak in with the team, posing as a water boy.
A water boy? You would think a guy with the audacity to pose as the head of the OSU marching band would similarly go straight to the top of the team ladder.
"Sorry, I can't let you in without a ticket Mr. Tressel - IF that's your real name!"